What you don't know (Won't hurt you)

Chapter III- [the REAL one]

Under the invisibility cloak

Draco blinked furiously for several times and then closed his eyes for a second. When he opened them once more, he was breathing in harder than necessary, almost hyperventilating as what Marcus said, started slowly registering in his mind. He was in deep trouble, and what made it bitter was, it was all his fault. Reality has it, he made it look like he and his enemy were engage in an erotic battle of tonsil hockey. Which by any standards, seemed positively realistic.

Marcus placed a hand on his arm. "Uh.. Drac..?" His friend had a very most unlikely reaction to his quaint, almost simple question. Confusion mingled with doubt as Marcus stared weirdly upon Draco.

Draco looked at Marcus' hand on his arm in mock disgust as reality started sinking in; he gritted his teeth trying to hide the air of distinctive annoyance he felt behind the fake smile he tried to desperately to put on.

"I'm okay.." He said, picking up Marcus' hand, with his slender fingers and drawing it away. "Yeah.. erm.. You were saying?"

"How'd you bag the famous Harry Potter?" Marcus said again, on the same giggly tone much like a schoolgirl's. Draco but his lower lip. He was in deep trouble, all right. He scoured his mind for anything likely to say. Nothing. Just a blank empty thoughtless mind. Draco grumbled to himself. Neither witty retorts nor disdain would save him now.

"Draco?"

Draco looked up, bolting away from his thoughts. He grinned foolishly, absent-mindedly, dusting off the invisible dust from his robes. "Oh.. Yeah.." [Might as well go along with it.. After all I can't tell him the real reason I sort of kissed Potter. I mean, he MUST NOT find out that I was poking around his love life/ sex life or any of that sort...]

"I'm not gay and I don't even like Potter. " Draco thought of himself saying that, imagining the bemused expression that would transfix itself onto Marcus' face right then and there. "Then what were you doing there on the bushes making out with him?"

Draco made a disgusted face. Might as well not tell the truth. It'll surely turn out ugly. Besides, if Marcus could keep it all a secret then, He and Potter wouldn't get into any trouble. Not that he really cared about Potter but, atleast, he would FINALLY get off his case and stop pestering him , and Draco's father wouldn't find out his only son, heir to Malfoy pride and honor got kissed by his unruly rival Harry Potter. Draco blushed. He just kissed him. It was the young Malfoy's first kiss and much to his distaste, he got it from Potter--his sworn enemy. But he had to admit it was sort of good. Potter was a good snogging-- [Oh My. Godz. What the hell am I doing? No, I'm not going to be affected by what Potter--the git--did.. I am straight.. I like Pansy Parkin--er.. maybe not but I like that girl from Ravenclaw anyway. yeah, that's right.. i'm straight..]

"DRACO?!?"
Draco gasped. "What?!" He almost spat.

"I was asking you a question, why does it take you so long to answer, dammit?!"
Draco bit his lower lip again; His lips was almost swollen with all the biting. But the young Malfoy had it as a habit when he tried desperately to think his way out of trouble. Thoughts washing over him like a tidal wave. But that tidal wave was too fast for him to catch up on, so there were pictures in his mind of him and Potter and their little 'snog' by the bushes, and then Flint and then Wood and then--

"I met Pot-Harry in Madam Malkin's Robe Shop in our first year." Draco blurted, his eyes widening, in shock about what he had just foretold.

Marcus had a smile, an amused smile playing on his thin lips and he rested his back on the pillows of Draco's four-poster bed. "Go on.."

"Erm.. And I .... I.. I noticed he kept on staring at me, blushing as well..." Draco bit his lower lip, heat rushing to his cheeks as he looked down to his knees, not baring the look on Marcus' face.

"Then I got really annoyed so I asked him what the hell his problem was and then he told me I was cute and then.... Erm.. He.. He asked me out for ice cream and then we kind of clicked..." [Whoah. I just not said that]

"And then...?"

"And then we had a fight. Pot-Harry was too noble so he didn't want to be in Slytherin, when I asked him what house he wanted to be in. He wanted to be in Gryffindor.." Draco rolled his eyes. "Men! Anyway, yeah, so we had a fight and after a few weeks, school started and we became sort of like enemies but then last summer, Harry, owled me and said that he wanted me back and then...."

It started out as a small lie and then it grew bigger and bigger, more bizarre and out of this world with every word that spurted out Draco's mouth. His stories were a little bent and twisted with a Malfoy touch put into it. Okay make that really bent and twisted. In Draco's world lies were just as frequently told as truth was. Harry and he had met in Madam Malkin's Robe shop in their first year—that probably was the only thing that was truth in all that Draco had told Marcus. But of course he told him to keep it a secret, if Potter or anyone else, probably except for Wood, found out, Draco was dead meat. Literally.

"Chocolates?! That was so sweet of him!"

"Yeah, and then there was this time, you know the Dementors? Well, it really freaked Harry out and stuff so he came running into my compartment, begging me to er… make them go away!!"

Draco chuckled.

Marcus smiled sighing. "Harry's lucky—"

"What time is it?"

"fifteen past eight. Why?"

"Oh, geez, is dinner over yet?"

Marcus gave Draco a weird stare. "An hour ago. We've been here talking for the past hour, Draco are you feeling okay?"

Draco sighed. "Listen, I really got to go, erm… I have to.. uhh—"

"Meet Harry?"

Draco rolled his eyes. "Meet Potter?! That's absurd—oh yes of course, I shall meet him erm, tonight..yeah.. I think.." Marcus gave him a weird stare and the just gave up. "Okay," he patted him on the leg, Draco flinching a bit. "Bye then.."

"Fag."

Marcus caught that last retort and turned around just after he stood up, his eyes flashing in anger and confusion. "What did you just say?" he asked through barred teeth. Draco bit his lower lip, nibbling on it softly and gulping. "Erm… Nothing.. I said, uhh, goodnight…"

Marcus' features softened. "Oh." He said. "You too, especially with Harry.."

And then he left. Draco threw a fit, tossing his pillow onto the floor and then jumping on it angrily, cursing under his breath.

Marcus' head popped into the doorway and Draco stop in mid-jump, his left foot slowly grinding the pillow underneath him. "Erm… Yes?"

"What are you doing?" Marcus asked curiously.

Draco picked up the pillow and smoothed the dusty sides of it, shoe marks all over.

Draco didn't answer, somehow he was stomped. He didn't know what to say..

"Anyway," A smile crept into Marcus' face as he tossed a small square packet to Draco. Draco instantly catching it in a seeker's precision.

"What's this?" Draco toyed with the small blue packet in his fingers, not knowing what it really meant or was. It smelled funny and strange for a reason and Draco eyed Marcus with a confused expression.

"Give it to Harry, you guys might need it tonight. Not that I'm promoting pre-marital or anything but anyway…"

He left without another word. Draco stared at the small blue packet in his hands. It seemed familiar but alas, he was still clueless. But he was sure as hell he saw one of those things in his father's drawer..

Draco looked up, his eyes widening in shock as he tried not to whimper. "A condom…"

Harry rolled his eyes as he paused for a moment, slipping his quill in between the pages of his Transfigurations book. HE grumbled realizing dinner was over as he rolled over to his side, thinking about all those mashed potatoes and meatloaf, stuffed pies and… Harry's mouth was watering. His stomach grumbled and if his ears deceived him, it's as if he heard it himself—complaining!! Harry rolled his eyes, almost whimpering as events of that day started to creep back into his mind. [Malfoy. Wood. All his fault. I did not just kiss him. Technically, I just did that to shut him up. But I didn't mean it anyway. And if it wasn't for him, Wood wouldn't have thought we were a pissing pair. It was all his fault.. All his fault.. Messing with me and all. I hope Sirius Black would kill him after he does me to make it even..]

Harry whimpered again; man was she hungry. His brain didn't function well at all, not with ordeals that made him worry to the max. First there was a killer on the loose to go get and kill him, then there was Voldemort and then there was—Malfoy and Wood, not to mention Marcus. If it weren't for Malfoy, Wood's perspectives unto his star seeker wouldn't have changed! But alas, everything was too late. Damn that Malfoy, Harry thought, grimacing. Harry Potter, the boy who lived in a dilemma. He sighed, hopping off his bed and slipping into his shoes. He took his invisibilty cloak with him, sliding it around his shoulders as he trudged out of the boys' dorm on his way to the kitchen.

Draco grimaced. He was hungry, confused, angry but most of all hungry. He flopped down onto the bed, closing his eyes for a second.

His fingers ran over the plastic material of the blue packet that Marcus just gave him. A smile crept into his pale, young face as he gripped the packet in his soft hand. "Fag.." he chuckled and then rose to his feet, on his way to kitchen to get some grub.

" I think Harry's acting weirdly lately.."

"Don't take it so hard Herm, it's just our first day here at school, well our first day technically. And classes are going to officially begin tomorrow. Harry's just tired out of practice."

"Yeah but that Malfoy bit, Wood mentioned, you don't think--?"

"HERM! Geez, you know Harry would never do such a thing, he's straight thank the stars, last time I checked and besides.. With a murderer from Azkaban out to get Harry on the loose, I don't think Harry's got time to worry about his love life.."

"RON!"

"What?!!"

Harry tightened his grip around the cloak on his shoulders. Never has he seen so many elves [1] all at once, prancing here and there so busily. The kitchen smelled of freshly baked pie and meatloaf. Harry got rid of his cloak from himself and tried his best to sit casually by one of the tables. An elf that reminded him of Dobby walked towards him. "What does Mr. Potter want, sir?"

Harry wanted to ask how the elf knew his name, but needn't no more. There were many older wizarding folks, Harry did not even recognize, who knew even more of himself than he did.

"Erm.. Some food, dinner, perhaps.."

Harry was full, so full that he could not eat no more, suddenly a familiar drawl highlighted the moment. "Well well well, look who we have here.."

"And who might you be?" Harry jeered, rolling his eyes as he stood up to meet Malfoy, realizing they were just of the same height. "The fag who kissed his enemy in front of two queens!"

Draco's anger or was it a blush-? Rose to his face. He stepped forward, his arm raised; ready to strike Harry in the face but was stopped mid-way when Harry caught his arm just in time. "Shh.. do you hear that?"

Harry's features tensed as he placed a finger on his lips, Draco drew his hand away. "What the hell—" He hissed as Harry grabbed a cloak made out of fine green material, spreading it out in front of him.

"Ooh, are the Dementors there out to get you, or is Sirius—"

"Shut the fuck up!" Harry said, his green eyes flashing in anger and annoyance. "Someone is coming and as much as I'd want to get expelled, I don't want anyone to catch me here , most especially not with you!!"

Draco rolled his eyes and let out a 'hmmph' as he folded his arms across his chest in a somewhat fetching way.

Footsteps sounded and a man's voice—a familiar voice to Harry's ears— seemed to be coming close. And he had with him—A companion, or perhaps more, he was talking to someone and Harry did not want to find out who it was any more. Quickly he spread his cloak over him—over Draco who he pressed between his arms to the wall. Draco's cheeks flushed as his enemy dared not to move, voices sounding in the background. "Potter—what is this you're doing?" Draco was tense, his heart rate increasing rapidly as Harry's breath blew hot against his skin. Harry's arms were barring him in between, for the blonde had no means of escape. They were so close—so close and Harry was breathing so hard, his features tense as well and worried. "Shut up, Malfoy." He said quietly, annoyed. "We're under my invisibility cloak and unless you want to get expelled, here's a little tip for you, SHUT UP!"

Draco was about to reply, a witty retort to put it in, but then as the two pre-teens heard a voice he was cut.

"Ahh, Padfoot, my friend, don't you worry, you are safe with me." Sounds of glass being placed onto the table of some sort. "As long as you we both know you are innocent, I'll keep you safe from them.."

Chairs moving loudly, almost scraping the floor. "Moony, somehow I can't help being worried. The Ministry—those ghastly Dementors they're after me. That rotten Pettigrew must pay for this!" A hand pounding against the table.

"He will, my dear friend.. he will…"

Draco stared at his enemy, his heart beating in pulses so fast, skipping a beat as Harry started moving ever so close. His leg touched his and his left arm absent-mindedly fell on Draco's side. Draco flinched at that encounter and Harry instantly looked up. "What's wrong?" he asked softly, in a whisper barely audible.

Draco shook his head. Harry slowly walked closer again, this time, his hands on Draco's shoulder, still unmoving. Draco bit his lower lip, electricity running up and down his spine. "Potter…" He grimaced as it came out as a purr. Harry turned to Draco. "What?" he asked softly, forgetting the voices in the background.

Draco slowly moved his arm down his robe pocket, his hand accidentally brushing on Harry's chest, but Harry did not move. He was afraid one false move might loosen the invisibility cloak they both had on. Harry gripped the material in his fingers tightly, then realizing he had both his hands on his enemy's shoulder. He looked down at Draco who was rummaging gently into his pocket. When Draco felt the familiar plastic material of blue packet slide in his fingers, he instantly looked up, not knowing Harry was looking down upon him, thus letting their lips brush against each other's. Draco blushed as Harry's lips suddenly felt wonderful on his. So soft, so young, it was nothing he ever felt before. His heart fluttered, the unknown feeling fleeting inside his body and then faltering once more—fading as Harry drew back. "Sorry.." he mumbled, biting on his lower lip. None of the two boys said anything and Draco felt confused—worried even why he felt that way—like he enjoyed Harry's lips on his. Harry eyed the blue packet on Draco's fingers and gave him a questioning look. "A Condom?"

Draco chuckled. "So witty of you, Potter." He said quietly, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "Guess you use it on the Weasel boy, don't you?"

Harry rolled his eyes, his fingers almost scraping into Draco's shoulder if it wasn't for the other pre-teen's robes. "Funny.." he sat harshly, rolling his eyes.

"Marcus gave it to me, says it might be of use to US tonight.."

Harry's eyes widened in horror. "What?" he spat.

Suddenly all went silent.

Draco gasped.

"Moony did.. Did you hear that?"

Harry was panting, sweating and so was Draco. He was so worried, so tense he didn't realize he was already moving closer to the other boy.

"Hear what?"

Draco bit his lower lip. [ oh no..]

"I swear I hear—oh nothing, I guess I'm just being paranoid.. go on.."

Harry breathed in a sigh of relief he chuckled lightly, a foolish smile on his face. Draco let a ghost of a smile creep into his thin lips as he realized how his enemy looked so cute especially when he smiled…

When the two left, Padfoot/ Moony, Harry made sure he heard the door slam in the distance. The two boys fell atop each other, their tension finally released; Harry atop of Draco, muscles soar and stiff. Harry was smiling. "Thank God!" he said.

Draco laughed all of a sudden—a hearty laugh. And then Harry laughed in tune with him. When they stopped, they were staring at each other. Harry realized he was on top of his enemy and so he stood up.

"Never knew this was your idea of fun, Potter…"

"You do not know me so, Malfoy…"

Draco chuckled, as Harry stood to his feet, helping him up.

TBC…

[1] Nuthin important just—Legolas Greenleaf!!

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